


The Sky's Awake So I'm Awake

by idealistic_imaginings



Category: Wizards of Waverly Place
Genre: Adorable, Angst, Childhood, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, F/M, Family, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Oneshot, Sibling Bonding, Sibling Love, Warning for Cuteness Overload, platonic, you can see it either way: platonic or romantic
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-09-24
Updated: 2020-09-24
Packaged: 2021-03-07 22:27:07
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,648
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26605210
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/idealistic_imaginings/pseuds/idealistic_imaginings
Summary: And even if he was only eight, he knew in his little heart, now until forever, when Alex looked at him like that he would do whatever she asked.
Relationships: Alex Russo & Justin Russo, Alex Russo/Justin Russo
Comments: 6
Kudos: 37





	The Sky's Awake So I'm Awake

**Disclaimer/Author's Note:** Heavily inspired by the opening scene of Frozen 1 and the music that accompanies it. [Baby! Elsa & Anna scene](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnJawzSO6zg),[ Elsa and Anna](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwOmnJnoX1s).

Fic was also cross posted on [Fanfiction.net](https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13704440/1/The-Sky-s-Awake-So-I-m-Awake).

 **WC:** 4,575 [Oneshot]

 **Set in:** Childhood

 **Pairing:** Alex Russo & Justin Russo, You can see it platonically or romantically.

 **Genre:** Fluff, Angst, Adorable.

 **Warning:** Cuteness Overload, Mild Injury.

I would also like to thank my wonderful Beta Reader: [**TheWolfHourX**](https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2807870/TheWolfHourx). This story took way too long. And I'm so appreciative that she stuck with me, beta read it several times and helped it to be the best it could be.

* * *

It was a quiet night in the Russo household as Theresa settled her children down for a good night’s sleep.

She tucked in the blankets just right, then placed a soft kiss on Max’s forehead while sweeping his wavy brown hair out of his face. Theresa smiled down at her baby boy. She couldn’t believe he was growing up so fast. Little Max was already five now. 

He was a big ball of energy throughout the day: hopping from one family member to the next and then back again. He loved getting attention from his mama and loved playing catch with his father (even if it was only for a little while). He loved hearing Justin talk about whatever he learned in his books (even if he didn’t understand a thing his older brother was saying). And loved playing pranks with his sister. But as soon as it hit nine o’clock, his energy would drain away and he’d slump against whoever was closest, his eyes drooping closed.

Theresa and Jerry had learned to take precautions: by half-past eight they’d always brush his teeth, finish a story and tuck him in bed just in time for his eyes to shut at nine. 

Satisfied with her son’s sleeping face, she’d moved onto the next room.

Theresa shook her head at the four foot and some inches tall blue blanket jumping on its bed. She laid it on its back and quickly grabbed the blankie to reveal the giggling face of her middle child. 

“There’s my beautiful Mija,” she grinned, tickling her daughter’s stomach. Alex let out loud shrieks, flailing from side-to-side.

“Stop it, mama!” she huffed out.

Theresa stilled her movement. “Okay. It’s time for bed now,” she whispered, hoping the tickling had drained Alex’s energy. 

“Alright, mama,” Alex giggled back. _Ay de mí._

Theresa moved onto her second method to get her daughter to sleep. She began stroking Alex’s fly aways, admiring the short pigtails she’d put her hair in. She continued the motion, once again hoping it would calm her giddy daughter down. But she could already tell Alex was still very energized at the moment. 

Theresa sighed heavily, she’d have to scold Jerry for letting Alex eat an extra brownie after dinner. The girl was already using her adorableness to take advantage of her father. And as much as she loved her daughter, as much as she was happy to see her growing up, she already knew the girl would be an even bigger handful when she hit her teens.

“See I’m asleep, mama.” 

Theresa looked down to see Alex’s eyes squeezed shut. She let out a laugh, then smoothed down her daughter’s eyebrow with her thumb. Then resumed caressing Alex’s head as Alex relaxed.

Finally, presuming Alex would soon be asleep, she softly whispered, “Goodnight, Mija.” And placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Theresa stood back up, shutting the door quietly on her way out. 

She missed the way Alex’s eyes popped wide open. Even worse, she missed the mischievous smile painting across her daughter’s face. 

The girl was definitely not going to sleep for _at least_ another hour.

Theresa finally moved to her eldest child’s room. His face was buried deep in a book. She smiled proudly. “It’s time for bed, Mijo.”

His eyes shot up, surprised and caught off guard, which was his usual reaction when he got invested in a book. “Okay, Mom.” He was fast in shutting the book, always quick to follow mama’s orders. 

She sat on his bed, placing the covers over him. 

“It’s so cool, Mom. Now Jack and Annie are being given missions by Merlin. MERLIN, MOM! And they’re being sent to Camelot-” Justin began. Theresa let the boy explain, always willing to listen to her son’s tangents. She’d learned that Justin loved sharing his knowledge with everyone, and if he didn’t, he’d probably explode. 

The boy had been reading the latest ‘Magic Tree House’ book. She herself had discovered the books from a regular customer. Who offered to give her the first eight for $25. She had jumped at the opportunity. And Justin was hooked ever since he read the first book at age four.

“-Merlin’s the greatest wizard ever! I want to be like him one day! And now that I have my powers, I’m determined to be as great as him.” 

“I know you will, Mijo. You have so much potential, I only expect greatness from you,” she stated, a proud smile on her face as she caressed his cheek. 

“So, all done?” she asked after a moment. Theresa smiled in amusement as he took great care in considering the question. 

Smiling, he said, “Yes, I’m done!”

“Okay well, good night, Mijo.” She kissed his forehead and turned off his bedside lamp. “Sweet dreams,” she added. It was a little precaution she began saying every night because of the infrequent nightmares Justin had been having lately.

The first time it happened, Justin screamed so loud it woke everyone up in the house (other than Max). Justin ran straight to Theresa and Jerry, crying about a scary man in his room. They went to check it out, Jerry even checked the closet and under the bed to reassure Justin no one was there, but the boy was still shaken.

And then a grouchy Alex appeared at the door, tiredly rubbing her eyes. She promptly told her brother to: ‘Suck it up! I’m losing my sleep!’ But the silent tears still fell down his cheeks. Alex heaved a sigh, too exasperated for a seven-year-old. She approached her brother, wiped his tears away and pushed a Captain Jim Bob Sherwood toy in his hands. Then leaped into his bed and patted the space beside her.

“Come to bed. I’ll protect you. Just let me sleep,” she said falling back onto the bed with a groan.

Justin hopped into bed. Meekly cuddling up to his sister, who was flailed out like a starfish and already snoring away. Theresa and Jerry shared a smile, happy with how the night had turned out. Alex loved messing with her brother, but in her own way she’d always take care of him. Theresa smiled at the memory.

Finally finished saying goodnight to her three babies, she made her way to her bedroom to say goodnight to the biggest baby of them all. Her husband, Jerry. (And she’d have to scold him too). 

She didn’t catch the click of a door opening at the other end of the hallway.

* * *

There was one Russo who refused to go to bed (already showing premature signs of her rebellious nature). 

Popping her head out of the blanket, she glanced at the time, which read 9:30pm. _It was still early!_ She hopped out of the covers, leaving her favourite stuffed dragon and her blue blankie to rest silently atop her bed. 

Alex grasped the doorknob and turned it in one swift motion, pulling the door open. Then, holding her breath, she tiptoed across the hall. Reaching the door she wanted, she quietly opened and closed it behind her. 

He was laying under his lame Captain Jim Bob Sherwood covers. She climbed onto the bed and sat herself right on top of the boy.

“Justin…” she whispered. Trying to wake him up slowly.

“Huh…” was his faint response. 

She tried again, whisper-screaming his name, “Justin…!”

There was no response.

_He was ignoring her!_

Losing patience fast, she shook her brother like a rag doll. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” 

“Alex… go back to sleep,” he drawled, seemingly unaffected by Alex’s efforts. He blearily glanced at her with barely opened eyes. Then shifted a little, burying his face back into his pillow. She heavily sighed, then all in one motion: she turned on top of her brother, dropped, slightly boinking her head against his, and ended laying back-to-back with him. A grunt was Justin’s response.

“I just can’t…” she started, an unexpected dramatic sorrow in her words. “The sky’s awake… So I’m awake,” she said, resting the back of her hand against her forehead, then switching to the other. “So I have to play,” she moaned with all the insistence in her little body.

“Go play by yourself.” Bringing his arm out of the covers, he pushed her heavy form off him.

Alex dropped to the side, now facing the opposite direction of her brother. A hard pout set on her face, but she was determined. Quickly recovering, she bounced right back on top of her brother, and turned his face towards her. Alex forced his eyelids open with her little hands. Then scrunched her eyebrows together, rounded her eyes, and jutted out her bottom lip. It would soon be known as the face she would always use to get what she wanted.

Uncomfortable with the force on his eyelids, Justin surrendered and opened his eyes to two chocolate ones staring right back at him. 

“Please…” And even if he was only eight, he knew in his little heart, now until forever, when Alex looked at him like that he would do whatever she asked.

“Fine...” He gave in, exaggerating annoyance. Because even if he admitted it to himself, he would never let Alex know the hold she had over him.

* * *

“Come on! Come on! Come on!” Alex frantically whispered, her words jumbling together as she dragged Justin down the spiral staircase.

“Alex, be quiet,” he whisper-yelled.

She giggled at his shushing. Reaching the restaurant level of their apartment/sub shop, Alex pulled him towards the Subshop’s kitchen, coming to a halt in front of the freezer doors. 

Alex let go of her brother’s hand and looked up at him with glee. “Do the magic! Do the magic!” she cheered, clapping her hands together. 

With one look, Justin silenced his little sister. Content with her quietness, he pulled out his wand and followed the frame of the door. Suddenly, a bright light spilled out from its corners as Alex made a sound of awe. He then pocketed his wand and opened the door. 

Justin had gained his full powers a month ago. And with it, his father had shown him their secret Wizard’s Lair, telling him only he could know about it. It was highly confidential, which made Justin even more resolved to keep it that way. Until Alex stumbled in two weeks later.

She’d been intently watching her brother for the past couple of weeks and was determined to find out what he was hiding from her. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets. She could have found out sooner, but whenever Justin disappeared she’d get distracted by Mom’s snacks or Max’s latest creation. So one day, she focused solely on him. Justin wasn’t allowed to keep secrets, _especially_ from her. She said no to the delicious cookies her mom offered and refused to play with Max. Instead, she waited until finally Justin walked into the freezer door and quickly followed him inside. That’s when she found out about wizardry and magic.

It was _magnificent_.

Alex loved magic. It was in the storybook’s her mom read to her and in the Disney movies her family watched. She’d always wished there was magic in the world. It always seemed to cause a ruckus, but at the same time it was the reason for so many happy endings. It was something that broke the rules just as much as she did. So she loved those stories, imagining how fun life would be with it. And all the possibilities that came with it.

And right before her eyes, she watched Justin make a cupcake appear out of nowhere. Her body jittered with excitement then because magic was real. And she knew that somewhere inside her she had it too. (She couldn’t wait to have fun with it).

So even if she didn’t have her powers just yet, with one plea (and maybe a bit of sparkling tears) her father let her sit in on Justin’s wizarding lessons. Justin protested in the beginning, but found he quite enjoyed the looks full of wonder his sister gave him. She kept quiet when their father explained the history of magic, or the rundown of spells. But she’d wake up in time to cheer him on when he’d attempt a new spell and clapped whenever he successfully completed one. She was his number one fan.

They began their night time escapades a few days after Alex found out. Justin had caught her the first day she tried sneaking to the Lair by herself. So she began pulling him from his room before they’d excitedly stumble down into the lair, knowing things were just waiting to be discovered. At first, Alex would touch whatever she could find and Justin would place everything back where it belonged. She stopped once she found out it was just a bunch of junk that did absolutely nothing (‘Wizard artifacts, Alex!’ Justin had said). But when he saw how disappointed his sister was, he cracked open a book and began reading all the spells for her. And so that’s what they began doing on these “escapades”, excited to see what each spell would do.

“ _Commakus Pancakus_!” Justin read out, pointing his wand to the ground. 

“Wow!” Alex’s eyes opened to a comical size as she took in the steaming pancakes before her. She reached out to grab one, but was quickly blocked by her brother’s hand.

“Alex, no! You already brushed your teeth,” he warned. She stared longingly at the fluffy food. “I’ll make them again for breakfast tomorrow,” he sighed, knowing he’d get in trouble _when_ he got caught. 

“Okay,” she chirped, excited to have delicious pancakes for breakfast as Justin quickly made the tempting food go away. 

They both returned their focus back to the book. 

“Look at this one, Justin!” She pointed down at another spell. He read the instructions, then any possible side effects, and lastly decided if it was safe to use. It was fine. 

“Some people are a gem, some people are a rat, to learn who’s who, give me the ear of a bat.” He read the incantation out loud, twirling his wand. 

Alex gasped and Justin could hear all the frequencies in her voice and their mom and dad talking upstairs. 

“Did it work?” she asked, her voice echoing loudly in his brain.

“Yeah! Mom’s scolding Dad for giving you an extra brownie. And she’s saying ‘you’re getting to be a handful’,” he said smugly. Alex harrumphed at that, crossing her arms and turning away from her brother. Justin chuckled and silently agreed with his mother.

He said the reverse spell, then continued searching the book for any other fun spells to use.

“Hey, Alex, look at this one.” He nudged her shoulder, after going through the same procedure of determining if it was safe to use. Alex made a little noise of acknowledgement, still ignoring him. 

“It’s about an elephant trunk,” he added. Still nothing. “Turning someone’s nose into an elephant’s trunk,” he explained more. 

“Really?” Alex asked excitedly, grabbing the book to drag it back onto her lap. He nodded as he pointed the spell out to her.

“ _From your chin to your toes, an elephant trunk grows_ ,” Alex recited. And just like that, one sprouted from Justin’s nose. They both stared at each other, wide eyed, unable to process what had happened. And then the trunk moved slightly and Alex burst into a fit of giggles.

“Alex, your magic came in!” Justin exclaimed, not caring at all that his seven-year-old sister had received her magic a month after him. The rush of excitement caused him to exhale through his nose and a trumpet sound to blow out. And this time Justin joined Alex in her laughter. After getting all their giggles out, he muttered the reverse spell and just like that his nose was back to normal.

“I want to show you something,” Justin said, pulling his sister up to stand in front of him. He lifted his hands, closed his eyes for a brief moment, then opened them again. A ball of energy danced within his hands. 

“Wow…,” she said in awe, bringing her face even closer to watch the magic swirl, glide and twist within the ball. Justin smiled, feeling pleased at his sister’s reaction. Something about pleasing her specifically made his insides all warm and fuzzy. 

“Can I do that too?” she asked, staring at him in wide-eyed anticipation.

“Yup! Here let me show you,” he replied. The ball immediately vanished as Justin grabbed Alex’s hands to hold up in front of her. 

“Close your eyes,” he ordered, still holding her hands. She immediately shut her eyes tight, and he chuckled, squeezing her hands slightly. “Relax, Alex.” Her features softened at the sound of his voice. 

“Okay, focus your inner wizard and summon your powers,” he said. 

Her eyes opened, her head tilting to the side and her eyebrows scrunching together, “Huh?”

“Sorry, that’s how Dad said it… Okay, Alex, feel your magic and then bring it to the surface.” He tried explaining again. He watched as she breathed deeply, and then a ball of energy danced within her hands.

“Open your eyes,” he said, smiled proudly.

“Ah…,” Alex breathed, eyes widening in delight. Justin giggled in amusement. “This is amazing!” she declared, holding the sparkling ball of magic to her face. Then she smiled up at him with pure adoration in her eyes. Justin breath stuttered before he gave her a full smile back and a nod.

“You’re the best, Justin!” she said, before tackling him in a hug. They toppled over onto the floor.

“Now let’s see what I can do with these powers,” she said, smiling deviously. Before pushing him onto his back and running to the nearest bookcase. Alex grabbed the first book she saw and flipped it open.

“Ooooh, how about this one?” she asked as Justin got up. And without missing a beat, she began, “ _Murrieta_ -”

“Wait! You haven’t-” 

“- _animata!_ ” she finished, her finger pointing outwards. 

“-read the instructions...” he added, uselessly. 

Her magic shot out of her fingers and onto the four foot long red dragon sculpture, resting on the drawers behind the desk.

Its eyes shot open, taking a moment to analyze its surroundings. Then it shot forward, flying around the room.

“See Justin everything’s fine–” the dragon abruptly turned heading straight toward Alex–

“AH! NEVERMIND EVERYTHING’S NOT FINE!” she screamed in shock, running away from the dragon hot on her tail. 

“JUSTIN! HELP ME!” Alex called out. 

“What’s the reverse spell?” he asked in panic.

“I DON’T KNOW!” she yelled, trying her best to dodge the dragon.

Running to the book, Justin stopped in his tracks when a rush of fire blocked his path. He squeaked in response, shutting his eyes tight, feeling only the heat of the fire. _Is this how I die?_

The sensation suddenly stopped, and he opened his eyes to see Alex holding a steel rod like a baseball bat. She’d bonked the dragon hard on its head. 

“I don’t care if you’re a _really_ cool dragon, don’t burn my brother!” she shouted furiously. 

The room stilled for a moment, Justin and Alex waiting to see the dragon’s next move. It’s glowing dark eyes darted from Justin to Alex. Then it charged towards Alex. She side stepped in time, landing a solid hit on its face. The dragon growled, still undeterred and angrier than ever. It continued advancing on her while she fought back, seamlessly dodging its every attack.

Justin’s first instinct was to protect his sister. But the best choice of action was to figure out the reverse spell. He darted to the book sprawled on the floor, (making sure not to panic). He carefully flipped it over, keeping his hand on the right page. His eyes frantically searched the page full of spells, trying to find ‘ _murrieta animata_.’

He found it.

“AH! Justin! JUSTIN!” Alex screamed. He looked up to see his sister being lifted up into the air. She thrashed with all her might. But the dragon had its teeth latched onto the back of her pajama top.

His eyes widened in shock. She was far from the ground, suspended in the air at least eight feet.

His heart was beating out of his chest. He needed to do something quick or something bad was going to happen to Alex.

“ _Garibay Immobilitay_!” he shouted. Within seconds, Alex dropped ten feet to the ground, the stone dragon falling with her. 

It happened so quickly; he felt useless to do anything. All he could do was watch helplessly. Alex’s scream echoed in his ear as the dragon fell on top of her. And then she turned limp, like a rag doll.

“ALEX!” Justin cried desperately, rushing to her unconscious form. Tears already pooling in his eyes, he threw the dragon to the side and cradled her in his arms. 

“Alex,” he whispered, examining her still frame. Her eyes shut, her weight heavy in his arms.

His little sister wasn’t waking up. He turned to the lair door and screamed as loud as he could, “MOM! DAD!” 

“Alex, you’re okay,” he sniffled. Moving his face close to her mouth, he could still feel her breathing. Justin rocked her from side-to-side. “I got you, Alex.”

The lair door slammed open. 

“I thought I heard a ruckus. Alex, what did you-” Jerry stopped at the sight of his unconscious daughter in the arms of his crying son. Justin looked at him with heartbroken, guilty eyes as Theresa rushed straight to Alex. 

“Oh, Mija…” Theresa gasped.

“It was an accident,” Justin whimpered. “I’m sorry, Alex.” He squeezed her to him, not wanting to let go before eventually letting his mom take her. 

His little sister looked so lifeless.

“It’s okay, son,” Jerry sighed, grabbing onto Justin’s shoulder. Justin turned away, using the back of his hand to angrily wipe the tear from his eyes. “Now tell me what happened.”

* * *

“Justin, it’s okay. You did the best you could,” Jerry sighed, patting his son’s shoulder. Justin shrugged his dad off, crossing his arms in protest.

Justin had always listened to his father and trusted in him. And as much as he wanted to believe him, this was one situation where he was wrong. _It wasn’t okay!_

“No! I should have known more. What if you weren’t there or Mom? What would have happened?” he panicked, holding his head in his hands. “I should have known what to do. I should have…”

Jerry was taken aback by his son’s worry. He’d never seen him so frightened, not even when the Boogieman visited him for the first time.

“I’m supposed to protect her!” Justin protested, a fire in his eyes, passion behind his words.

“And you did, son, you did. You’ve always protected Alex. Remember when you told Gigi off in the sub shop after you found out she was bullying her? Or carried her home after she twisted her ankle in the park? You even let her sit in on our wizard lessons. And now you saved her from that dragon! What other kid can say they actually did that for their sister?! Although, don’t tell anyone you used magic…” Jerry trailed off.

Realizing Justin was barely listening to him, he took a deep breath before continuing. “You’re her hero, Justin. And I know you will always protect her son,” he finished with sincerity, patting Justin on the shoulder.

Justin wasn’t ready to forgive himself. He was able to help her in those times, but he couldn't know because he'd been unprepared. And he knew nothing ever good came out of that. Preparation was key. And now Alex had payed the consequences of his stupidity. It was his fault Alex had gotten hurt. But that would never happen again. Justin would work harder to make sure Alex never got hurt and to prove he was a good big brother.

Silently vowing to himself, he said, “You’re right, Dad. And I’ll try my best to be Alex’s hero.”

Jerry smiled at his son, then his face quickly changed. “So, you said Alex came into her powers?”

Justin nodded. 

“Oh, boy…”

* * *

Justin marched to his bedroom, a heavy internal conflict going on in his eight-year-old brain. He was determined to do better, but he was nervous to see Alex, to see her disappointment in him for hurting her.

“Justin! Come here!” Alex shouted. Justin flinched before approaching Alex’s open door. 

She smiled brightly at him, patting her bed. He had a second internal struggle. The last time he was close to her she’d been unconscious in his arms. And it was all because of him… because he didn’t have the time to make sure everything was safe for Alex. But he wanted to please her too. Shouldn’t he obey Alex’s every wish to make up for what he’d done?

Eventually he timidly entered the room and laid down beside her, knowing it was better to just do what Alex wanted.

After lying in silence for a while, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little headache but it’s nothing I can’t deal with…” she replied, proudly. Justin relaxed slightly when he noticed the gleam was back in her brown eyes. “...after all, I fought a dragon!” 

But hearing about the dragon made him tense up again. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Alex asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.

“Cause you got hurt, Alex.” He tried to hide the pain in his voice. 

“Yeah…” she shrugged, like it was no big deal then she looked at him with a grin. “By a flipping dragon. That’s so cool, Justin!”

He turned away. It was far from cool. He’d heard her scream, held her limp body in his arms.

She reached out and grabbed his hand. “Thanks for saving me.” 

He met her chocolate gaze before shaking his head.

“I didn’t save you,” he sighed heavily.

“But you did, you’re the one who said the spell,” she replied, giving him her signature ‘duh’ expression.

“Mmm… hmm… Go to sleep, Alex,” he said instead. Not wanting to think about it anymore.

“Okay… but you should stay here...” she slurred through her words, slouching down in the bed and shifting to get comfortable.

“You’re my hero, Justin…” He clenched his fist.

Soon enough Alex fell asleep, tiny even snores the only thing he could hear. He watched her sleeping face for a while, reflecting on the events that had occurred.

No matter what, he resolved: he would read ahead every lesson to make sure there wasn’t a reverse spell he missed. He’d make sure he knew exactly what to do should a magical mishap occur. And he’d watch over Alex and make sure she was safe because she was his responsibility.

And so whenever she’d look at him with those pleading brown eyes and she only did it when she _really_ wanted something or _really_ needed him, he’d agree because he knew he’d do whatever she asked. But, he’d always do it with a bit of reluctance so she wouldn’t know the hold she had on him. And he’d do it knowing that he could always fix her mistakes and catch her when she fell.

He would be her hero.

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